Stranded outside tater knob by Nine Pound Hammer
Raised on a diet of No-Doz, donuts, an' diesel emissions, Listenin' to wrinkled old men dronin' on about the weather and road conditions. Stayin;five miles ahead of whatever's behind, wonderin' where I went wrong. And the strange city signs start to sound like rhymes in a never-ending song.
Just a one-horse town---no motel or bar. Just a wax museum, of dead HEE-HAW stars. You don't look in a mirror, when you're cold and mean. Stranded outside Tater Knob, with just a JUGGS magazine.
Well I was sittin' at a table in a topless bar at the end of Music Row. Watchin' fat girls strip to Molly Hatchett songs, hopin' their stretch marks won't show. I spent my last dime on a watered-down drink, and I'm headed out for the door. Before I could kick myself for comin' here, I was already back for more.
My ex-wife ran a whorehouse on the highway out of town, they used to give special truckers' rates before the Baptists burned it down. She had a tattoo on her inner thigh, said "if you can read this, yer too close". We used to drive five miles for the nearest cold beer and b**ch about the lives we chose.
- Nine Pound Hammer
- Stranded outside tater knob Lyrics